Cal Smith Lyrics
(Margie's at the) Lincoln Park inn

My name's in the paper where I took the boy scouts
to hike My hands are all dirty from working on my
little boy's bike The preacher came by and I
talked for a minute with him My wife's in the
kitchen and Margie's at the Lincoln Park Inn And I
know why she's there I've been there before But I
made a promise that I wouldn't cheat anymore I
tried to ignore it but I know she's in there my
friend My mind's on a number and Margie's at the
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Lincoln Park Inn

Next Sunday it's my turn to speak to the young
people's class They expect answers to all of the
questions they ask What would they say if I spoke
on a modern day sin And all of the Margies at all
of the Lincoln Park Inns The bike is all fixed and
my little boy is in bed asleep His little old
puppy is curled in a ball at my feet My wife's
baking cookies to feed to the Bridge Club again
I'm almost out of cigarettes and Margie's at the
Lincoln Park Inn (And I know why she's there)